I was helping my three-year-old get dressed the other morning and I commented on the picture of a frog on her pyjamas. “What’s his name?” I asked. “Rabbit,” she replied. “Really?” I queried, somewhat puzzled. “Yes,” she said rather firmly, “because that’s what he says – ‘Rabbit, rabbit.'” I couldn’t really argue with that one!
Sarah, by email
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Voice of raisin
When I was nine years old, my brother and I were playing a guessing game. one question concerned a sultana and a raisin. After we had finished the game I asked him what a sultana was. “oh, that’s the wife of a raisin,” he explained.
AE Hartt, Beach Haven
Warm as toast
Recently, my husband passed away and I asked my great-grandchildren if they would like to see him. They said yes, so I asked if they would like to touch him, and they said yes again. “But Nana, he’s cold,” said one. I explained that when you’re alive, your blood pumps through your body and it keeps you warm, but when you die it stops. When I told them he was to be cremated, one child asked, “Can we bring some marshmallows to toast?” *
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Annette, by email
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